Samantha was still in bed, awake now, staring at the ceiling. I brought her some more pillows and she propped herself up with them. She accepted my offer of some alka seltzer, and I went to the kitchen and dumped one of Amanda's packets into a glass, topping it off with water. Samantha drank the entire glass in seconds, and sunk into the pillows. Her breathing got deeper, and the grimace on her face turned into a smile. She closed her eyes and her lip began to tremble. She then opened her eyes and stared off into space. She sat up and her eyes focused on me.
Grabbing my neck, she pulled me down and kissed me manically. I responded enthusiastically, and we made love. Only once did Samantha satisfy me more - actually, that was Amanda. After our lovemaking, my wife sprung out of bed and opened the giant drapes letting the midday sun in. Happy as can be, she went into the bathroom and started to shower. I put my suit back on and went into the living room, shocked by the changes in Samantha.
Samantha walked into the living room, wearing a cute outfit, and put her hands on her hips. "I can't believe you mislead me about Amanda!" she pouted. I held my breath, and she continued, "administrative assistant? She's great!" I exhaled with relief. Amanda hadn't revealed our tryst. When I told her that I had hired an assistant, Samantha wasn't interested. She didn't take interest in the little people, and probably pictured Amanda as a middle-class secretary. Kind of like when she first walked in, not the confident society member we had created. She threw me my suit jacket and said, "let's go into the office."
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